~At the end of which you had come into their lives, an over-excited fan of Steven's work, who had crashed into him spilling cold coffee all over his white suit.~

Apologies led to dinner, which soon led to finding out that they lived in the same building, heck the same floor as you. It was a miracle that you hadn't bumped into each other earlier.

After one of your late-night coffee runs to your favorite shop across the street, you stumbled back in a zombie state to your apartment only to find your keys not opening the door to your house as you had expected.

What did open the door was Steven's startled face that matched yours. Just as a scream was about to erupt from your throat on finding him in your apartment, he clasped your mouth, demeanor shifting just a bit before he pulled you inside and locked the door behind you.

You remember kicking him the nuts and biting his hand as you glared at him. As he fell to the floor with a wince, you had brought your purse closer, ready to use it as an attack weapon if the need arises.

"Lookie here mister. Just because I like your work, doesn't give you any right to come inside a lady's apartment at..." you glanced at your watch "3'o clock in the morning! What the fuck is wrong with you?" You yelled, turning around to unlock the door to find Steven's hand right next to your head, closing the door shut.

You turned around, anger boiling to find him inches away from your face.

"What. The. Fuck?" You growled out, getting your purse ready to smack the shit out of him when you noticed a dried stream of blood that graced the side of his forehead.

You were so zeroed in on the blood that you didn't hear his response, focusing on him only when he snapped his fingers in front of your face.

"I'm sorry?" You mumble, glance shifting back to the dried blood on his face. A glance he must've noticed as well because the tension left his body, softening his features to one that you recognized a bit more, even in your coffee haze.

"Y/N, I don't what's going on, but don't you think it's a little impolite to try and break into someone's place, then try to scream at the top of your voice, and attack the person who was just trying to sleep?" he asked, his accent thick with exhaustion.

"What?" You responded, confusion taking over your features as you glanced around and found yourself in an extremely unfamiliar setting. Steven's words dropped into your mind, much like a Tetris game, random but with enough context and time leading to a fully formed block. A block that you would be extremely grateful for right now to either knock yourself out or dig a hole through the ground so that you could get swallowed by the Earth.

How would a block help in digging through the floor though?

And would you even reach the ground or just fall into another person's flat?

How many flats would you have to dig through to actually reach the ground?

You were once again brought to reality when Steven pressed a gentle hand on your shoulders, an amused smile gracing his features as he let you in on a secret that just confirmed your hypothesis, one that could very easily send you back to the plan of digging through the floors.

"I think you were trying to enter your house, but instead ended up looking like a sneaky little thief trying to break into mine." He replied helpfully, amused at the horrifying expression that overtook your features.

"Before you zone out again though, do you need help getting back to your house? Or anything else, like a glass of water?" He asked hurriedly, as the block made an appearance in your mind, just within reach but not real enough to help you.

"No thank you. I am so so sorry Steven. Oh my god! The research has kept me up all night and I didn't mean to break in or hurt you, and I am so so sorry." You rattled off, letting go of your purse to look at him, making sure he wasn't hurt anywhere else outside of the bloody drip on the side of his face.

"How... Did I do that?" You asked, fingers reaching over cautiously to touch it. He shuddered slightly as if he felt the same electricity you felt shoot through his body, eyes widening before closing under your touch.

"Um, no. I fell off the bed when I got up to drink water but forget that I had an ankle restraint, and oh gosh this is beginning to sound like a horror movie... But I... I have a sleeping disorder and... " his rambling was cut short by a giggle that erupted unrestrained from your throat. His eyes shot open, his iconic smile gracing his lips.

"I am sorry, I didn't mean to" you responded in between giggles, trying to hold your laughter in by pressing both of your hands on your mouth.

He shook his head and offered to drop you at your apartment, the coffee daze slowly clearing out as you invited him to sit down on the chair in your living room, the only spot available that wasn't scattered with papers and books before you rushed inside. Emerging with a swab of cotton and disinfectant, your triumph smile bringing forth a chuckle of Steven's you cleaned up his wound, to find it already closing in.

Shaking your head to get off the remnants of the coffee daze, you cleaned his cut up and placed a band-aid, knowing that it wouldn't help, but placing it for sanity's sake. He raised his eyebrows when he noticed the little puppies on the band-aid, that disappeared into his curls when a blush erupted on your face.

"What? I like cute band-aids!! Stop looking at me like that!" you had muttered, looking down to grab the supplies.

"Like what?" he asked, voice teasing enough to pull a small smirk on his lips. You glanced at it before shifting your focus back to his eyes.

"Like... like all judgementally," you huffed, picking the supplies and heading inside to put them away, not wanting to hear his answer, ears red from embarrassment.

You could hear his chuckles from the kitchen when you went to grab two glasses of water and some chips that you could snack on while continuing your research.

Peeking out from the kitchen, you saw his face go from amusement to interest as he bent down to pick up one of the papers strewn about.

He looked up to find you clearing your throat and passing him a glass of water. 

"Well aren't you a little kitten?" He muttered, surprised to find you in front of him without him noticing. 

"Well, you try to travel across a room filled with important research! You learn to get careful with the way you walk" You replied, cheeks flushing at the nickname that rolled off his tongue almost absentmindedly.

"You could always set things in a properly organized manner." he retorted, eyeing the light flush on your cheeks with a raised eyebrow.

You stuck your tongue out, failing to come up with a proper comeback to his argument. You pulled in a chair to sit down next to him, unease suddenly pooling in your stomach. Something was not quite right and it took you a few seconds to put your finger on it.

"Do you have a fake accent?" You asked glancing up at him through troubled eyes. Who had you invited into your house?

He looked up shocked, realization sinking in as he saw you conspicuously trying to place some distance between the two of you.

"Ahh haha," he chuckled nervously before dragging his hand across his face, his body trembling slightly.

Now you know you were probably crazy, actually scratch that, you were crazy. 

You had invited a man into your house in the middle of the night, cleaned him up, found out that he had a really good American accent for a British dude, and despite all of that, you had decided to awkwardly pat his back (a hug would've been a step too far, you reminded yourself) trying to give him some sort of relief as the trembling slowed down under your touch.

"Shit, sorry. I... I have DID, and I must've slipped into my alter Marc. I am so sorry, that must've been a bit freaky" he explained, in the characteristic British accent, you have seen pouring out of his lips.

"Ahh... That makes a lot of sense! No worries, it's all cool! Say hi to Marc!" you responded, relief sinking in as the unease diffused, pulling your chair back to the original position.

Steven looked at you like you were crazy, which as we have established already, you were aware of. You shrugged handing him the bowl of chips before glancing at the paper he was holding.

"What do you think?" You asked nodding towards the paper he was holding. This was after all the best chance to get an amazing author and expert on Egyptian mythology's opinion on your research.

"Ah sorry, I absentmindedly picked it up." He muttered looking back at the paper. You shook your head and waited for his response.

Steven apologized a lot you realized as he dove into an enthusiastic critique of the paper he was reading. Chuckling you had drawn in closer to listen to and take notes on some of the things he mentioned could be taken a bit further and explored.

He had snorted when you rubbed your salt-flaked fingers from the chips on your pants before scrunching your nose and taking notes with a pen that was lying nearby.

When you had looked up surprised he said that he had never seen someone look so adorable when concentrating on Egyptian mythology.

Steven also had a habit of making you blush a lot, you realized. 

Following the months that came, Steven and you often ended up talking about Egyptian lore in his apartment which had an unrealistically huge amount of books. 

Impressed by your work he had even invited you to help him with his new book, which Marc had warned you against, especially when the number of times you had fallen asleep on Steven's work desk only to wake up on his bed as he crashed on the sofa, increased drastically compared to the number of times you slept in your bed.

"He gets a bit psycho when it comes to the lore, kitten. Be careful lest he runs you dry". Marc had said one morning, waking you up with a gentle yet sarcastic voice as he handed you a plate of pancakes and coffee. Over time you had started to notice the shift a lot more easily, picking up on different characteristics and behaviors of Steven and Marc. You also knew the buttons that ticked them off or brought their thoughts to a skidding stop.

"I don't see a problem with that, moon. Plus I always have you to stop me from drying up, eh?" you replied winking at him, smile widening at his gape-mouthed look and flushed cheeks. 

Always one with a cheeky reply to all his taunts, it wasn't strange that you slowly fell in love with the adorable Steven and the secretly mushy Marc, just as they started to experience a feeling they swore they couldn't experience after Layla.

With time, as your feelings grew, their walls broke down, telling you about their lives and their role as Moon Knight, although unwillingly.

Steven had left abruptly one night in the middle of research and come back hours later as Marc, blood and grime drying in patches across his face and clothes. You had almost burst into tears when he collapsed into your arms as soon as he had set foot inside the apartment. When he regained consciousness, he was lying on the bed in clean clothes and a wet towel placed on his forehead. He had looked around to find you sleeping next to him, your hands holding onto his for dear life, tear-stained cheeks that you had stopped trying to wipe away after a while. 

Sighing Marc had placed a gentle kiss on your forehead and Steven took over the next day during brunch to tell you about the contract they were under with Khonshu.

You had looked at them like they were crazy until they both shifted into their suits, taking turns to give you a weird fashion show. All you could do was sit down on the bed in shock, trying not to faint from the fact that not only were your boys playing the roles of a nighttime vigilante while being under contract with the Egyptian Moon god, but they were constantly placing themselves in danger. 

That you had to get used to them returning late at night, battered and bloody. When the realization had struck home, you snapped out of your haze to find Steven looking at you with sadness as he softly wiped the tears that had betrayed your trust and were now falling freely across your cheeks.

Sniffling you had pulled him closer by the collar of his shirt and pressed a kiss onto his lips, your feelings shifting from your eyes to lips, telling them that you cared about them a lot more than any of you had realized.

Steven had groaned, softly pushing you back on the bed as his lips found your neck, his hands found the hem of your shirt, and his hips collided with yours.

Unable to stop the feelings that were rushing between your bodies, the air thickened with need and cravings for touch, for love, for home. 

The tears continued to fall as your lips left marks across his shoulders, your hands dragging on his bare back, as Steven rutted softly against your core, his fingers finding your clit through your panties and circling it with the gentlest of pressure. A moan left your lips, as your hips buckled up looking up for more... making him look up to ask for permission, to fill you up, to become one in the most carnal yet human way possible. When you had nodded, he had removed your underwear along with his, before lining up and pressing into you.

Once you were comfortable around his girth that had filled you up like his cock was made just for you, he started to move slowly, hands palming your nipples that had hardened under his touch, before replacing them with his tongue and teeth. 

After one of the best and slowest lovemaking sessions that you had ever experienced, Steven had cum inside your warm cunt, your juices mixing together as he rode through the high, facilitating both of your orgasms. 

He had fallen face-first into you, lips crashing against yours as your name tumbled out of his mouth and mingled with the praises of his name you were whispering through the pleasure.

He rose up slowly, cleaning you with the wet wipes near his bed before dragging a blanket and holding you close, your hearts hammering together as your bodies pressed into each other, eyes fluttering shut as he whispered soft nothings into your ear.

You were gently woken up by Marc later, who had changed into a fresh set of clothes and was pressing a cool glass of water into your hands. Rubbing your eyes you had gotten up, the blanket falling from your shoulders onto your lap, your parched throat sending a 'thank you' towards Marc as you drank the water in one big breath. Placing it on the bedside, you had stretched feeling your back pop before settling into the mattress with a sigh.

It was Marc's sharp breath along with the cool air tingling your bare skin that had pulled you out of the haze of sleep and made you realize that you were currently sitting in Steven's house, buck naked, as Marc drank you up. But instead of covering up, as if encouraged by Marc's eyes on you, you had pulled him closer, turning him around as you rolled over him.

Your hands had brushed his cheeks softly, his eyes closing as his body relaxed under your touch. You had leaned down and pressed a gentle kiss on his forehead, telling him that you cared about him and his safety. Your kisses had slowly grown in vigor as if you wanted to cast a spell over his body to protect him from the scary horrors that he fought against at night.

 Before you could go any further he had grasped your chin and pulled you onto his lips with a soft growl that caused shivers to run along your back and your hips to buck against his hard-on.

His tongue had swapped over your lower lip and you had opened your mouth for him to enter and work his magic. His energy was a little rougher than Steven's, his stubble brushed against your cheeks, causing goosebumps to rise over your skin and a moan to slip out of your lips only for it to be drunk by his hungry mouth.

A mouth that was now traveling down your throat and collarbones to rest against the top of your heart. As if in reply, your heart had thundered against his lips telling him what your words were failing to form inside of your throat, taking the form of moans that spoke his name. 

He had taken a harsh bite right on top of your heart, causing your back to arch into his body. One of his hands was resting against the small of your back holding you flush against him while the other hand had traveled down your hips and butt to pull at your thigh. As his tongue licked over the bruise, you shuddered, feeling heat pooling in your lower abdomen, your pussy clenching at emptiness as you felt it get wet. 

Marc had pushed you up for a second, letting you go as whines replaced moans and you pouted at the absence of his lips and heat.

"Patience kitten" he had whispered, drawing the blanket between you away before pulling you back in. "Can I take you right now?" You had suddenly realized that Marc was a lot more caring than you originally thought, nodding your head against his shoulder.

"I need you to say it out loud kitten." He had responded shaking his head.

"Yes, my moon." You had whispered, pulling away from the crook of his shoulder to press a soft kiss against his parted lips that were swollen from the time they had spent around yours.

He had groaned out loud at the nickname, slowly pushing his dick into you in one stroke, bottoming out instantly because of how wet you were.

Whispering curses that were interlaced with your moans, he was sucking your nipples as you moved on top of him, bodies pressed against each other, every touch adding to friction that eventually led you to combust together.

He pressed soft long drawn kisses against your lips as you both had returned to reality, the rough lines of his palms rubbing your back and bringing you back to him.

"You okay kitten?" he had asked brushing a wet lock of hair off your forehead. You had nodded softly only to whisper a soft whine as his fingers traveled your now sore back and hips.

He immediately rolled you over and placed a soft kiss on your forehead before rushing into the bathroom. He returned back to your side to pick you up bridal style off the bed, against your weak protests and placed you inside the hot bath he had drawn for you. Settling in behind you, he gently massaged your body, earning a yawn from you as your muscles relaxed under his fingers.

Once you were on the verge of sleep, you tapped his arms that were now holding you close, and he softly picked you up and handed you a clean shirt and pajamas that felt like they were made for you.

"I am stealing these later" you had murmured as his laugh erupted around the room. He had taken you back to bed where you promptly fell asleep, your mind registering a gentle kiss that was placed on the tip of your nose.

Later that night, when you cooked dinner for yourself and Steven, he told you about the time they were in Cairo and how he would often have long conversations with Marc, trying to gain as much information about Ancient Egypt from the stories Khonshu told them after battles.

With time the barriers they had created fell slowly, telling you about Layla, about their experience with death, about their dark past, about their family. Steven was often the one who shared these stories as Marc still crumbled under the weight of them. But by the time you were hugging him, Steven would slowly give control over to Marc who would end up sobbing against your chest until he fell asleep on the bed, your fingers combing through his curls as his breathing came back to normal.

The amount of pain they carried broke your heart, and you promised to always protect them, no matter what.

And right now, as the water from the shower brought you back to your current reality, you knew that Marc was in pain... and you would do everything possible to bring him back and hold him close to your soul.